I happened to stumble upon a copy of the Daily Mail yesterday. Now you all know my opinion of this scandalous rag of a newspaper. I do not hold it in high esteem, let’s say that. I’m not really the target demographic, since I’m not a swivel eyed raving Tory, and critically I’m not a woman, and the Mail aims itself firmly at the fair sex.
Anyway, I was skimming through the women’s section, Femail. I often find it hilariously funny. But one article caught my eye and roused me to righteous indignation. The headline read ‘Why longing to be a grandma is so painful-and why our children don’t see it.’ Now forgive me if I’m mistaken, but don’t couples decide to have children for themselves, not to serve the self-interests of some atavistic grandmotherly urge? It’s the couple’s business and nobody else’s Nobody else should have a say in it.
I was rather cross, so I straw polled some women of my acquaintance, and they all agreed that the woman columnist had clearly lost her way. But I suspect the columnist has an attitude that is not that uncommon. Because here’s an interesting fact. Women who live geographically close to their mothers have more children, and start at a younger age, than women who live a greater distance away. Doesn’t that suggest to you that close proximity gives a greater opportunity for nagging daughters into popping a couple of children? All so the selfish mother can become a grandmother. I think that’s indefensible.
By curious coincidence, I found this article on ReadWave just now.
Just to round things off, here’s a joke about the Mail I heard recently. A banker, a Mail reader, and a refugee are sitting at a table to share twelve biscuits. The banker takes eleven, and says to the Mail reader, ‘Keep an eye on that refugee. He’s after your biscuit.’